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If Anyone Was Listening…

They'd hear my heart beat ever so slightly

Falling, following, every note in Her voice,

And the effervescent tones of Her skin

Wrapping Herself around the wind.

They could hear the slipping in my wrist,

With crinkles, and creaks, writing down this

Dream, of sleeping closer to Her streams

And waking in a Familiar hope of bliss.

They all should head what they've heard

And run for the hills to protect, and to serve

The projections of their own Self, flickering onto

Screens from the lovers who are Honest, and True...

Back into the Me, and You, in everything We do.

By ananadam

Anan Adam... Traveler, Seeker, Artist

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